Why was that everyone's first question? The way that everyone claimed not to know anything of their lives was starting to become somewhat puzzling by now, even as a symptom of a similar disorder. One might think they'd at least remember something. Or perhaps they all just wanted to see how easily she'd accede to their demands.

Though why was the man wearing sunglasses, and indoors? She hadn't noticed anything about photophobia in his files, though she supposed it could have just been another one of those things that nobody seemed to deem important to tell those who were expected to treat these people. Or perhaps it was just an unexplained allowance for some kind of quirk. "Ritsuka" had spoken of a camera, after all.

"Mm. Well, then, why don't you just tell me a little bit about yourself, then," she suggested. Her smile widened just slightly, though it was more of a mechanical movement than one actually heartfelt; there was no trace of friendliness or amusement in her eyes. There was, however, a hint of wary interest visible for the observant. "Since this is our first session together, I'd like to get a feel for how you think. It'll help me determine how best I can help you recover."